She assumed he’d get tired of not being in his own place a lot faster than she’d wear out her welcome at his. She’d been wrong. Thirty days, nights, and counting, and he seemed perfectly content with their new arrangement. And when he’d said he wanted access to her body for the time she’d allotted to them, he’d meant it.
He was a greedy lover. He woke her up with his hands on her body, moving leisurely over her flesh, kneading her breasts, or with his mouth on her sex. And she fell asleep at night exhausted from whatever kind of sex they’d shared, hot, fast, and hard… or slow and methodic lovemaking before he wrapped himself around her and passed out cold.
A girl could get used to his attentiveness in bed and out. And no doubt that was his intention as well. She’d been treated to breakfast in bed, to lunch brought to her at her new office space, to expensive dinners out, and to quick takeout pizza. Not to mention the home-cooked meals. Who knew the man had such talent in the kitchen? Although considering he owned restaurants, she should have realized he’d have culinary ability as well.
Savage in Soho was moving forward at a rapid pace despite some initial glitches. Though Max and Sebastian had approved her designs and she’d been able to order their furniture and décor with a six- to eight-week delivery time, there had been other delays. First had been the issues with the building permits for structural changes Max had filed early on. Somehow the paperwork had been lost, necessitating re-filing. Red tape and bureaucracy were standard in Manhattan, and their start date had to be pushed back weeks. The date was still uncertain as the permits had yet to be approved. Not even Mann and Mann’s contacts had been able to push the paperwork through faster.
To add insult to injury, Sebastian had personal problems to deal with. His ex-girlfriend, Gia Lambert, had been making herself a general nuisance, showing up wherever Sebastian was and driving him insane. Apparently the woman didn’t know how to accept we’re over. Sebastian was supposed to be busy working on the menu, but he claimed Gia had disturbed his artistic sensibilities, and he couldn’t concentrate. His lawyer was supposed to work on getting a restraining order ASAP, and in the meantime, they pushed forward with the plans.
Lucy had gone about organizing her life in New York. Mann and Mann had offered her an associate position, guaranteeing her clients and salary. Though she had family money, she prided herself on working for a living, even if her brother and the family business had provided that income thus far.
A quick knock on the bathroom door brought her out of her musings. “Come on in.”
The door opened, and Max strode in, his upper torso glistening with sweat, the muscles in his chest and arms bulging and more prominent than ever thanks to his recent workout. She couldn’t help but stare, sliding her tongue over her glossed lips in reaction.
“Like what you see, princess?”
“How can I not?” she asked honestly. He was cut on top, his waist trim, and those indentations right above his workout shorts were enough to make a girl insane. “You need to shower or we’re going to be late,” she said, her voice dropping to a husky level.
His golden eyes locked on hers. “Keep looking at me like that and we won’t make it out of here at all.”
At the sound of his deep voice, her nipples hardened and dampness coated her panties, almost as if on cue. “Max,” she said, wanting the word to come out as a warning. Instead it sounded more like a plea.
“Yes?” he asked, stepping closer.
He smelled of sweat and man, and her sex softened even more. “We have to go.”
“Want to know what I’d do to you if we didn’t?”
He walked forward, backing her against the vanity, close enough to tantalize and tease her senses, but not enough to ruin her little black dress with his perspiration.
Though she shouldn’t indulge the predator in him, she couldn’t help wanting to know what he was thinking. “What would you do to me?” she asked, her imagination going wild at the thought of the varied scenarios her mind conjured.
“I’d spin you around,” he said, doing just that until she was facing the mirror.
She gripped the cool granite counter with both hands and waited, her body strung tight.
“I’d lift this little dress up over your sweet ass.”
In an instant, her butt was exposed to the cool air, courtesy of the barely there thong she’d chosen, and her breath deserted her on a rush.
A glance in the mirror showed her face was now flushed darker than the blush she’d applied.
“Then I’d bend you over the counter and rub my palm over your soft cheeks.” Without warning, he pressed against her back, easing her upper body down and her ass up for his viewing pleasure.
He cupped one cheek in his hand, rubbing his calloused palm over her exposed flesh before squeezing so tight she gasped at the first hint of delicious pain, immediately followed by the heated warmth of desire flowing through her veins. She dipped her head and let out a low moan, causing him to repeat the action on her other cheek.
“And then…” The words sounded raw and drawn from deep inside him. “Then I’d fuck you.” He punctuated the words with a slap against her sensitive flesh.
“Oh!” She swallowed the word, her entire body vibrating with need.
“But it wouldn’t be hard and fast,” he said, following up with a strike on her other cheek that stung in the best possible way. “No, I’d take you slow and easy, so you felt every hard inch of my cock as I made you mine.”
Lucy’s mind had gone nearly blank, lost in a foggy haze of desire and need. Her sex pulsed, swelling with the need to be filled and used.
“Unfortunately, as you pointed out, we don’t have time.” He yanked her dress down, covering her sore behind and gently rubbing his hand over her now hidden ass.
“Max!” Groaning in disappointment and frustration, she spun around, only to glance down and find he was in no better shape than she was.